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Sleeping Beauty
I couldn't bear it, waiting for him to wake up. Wondering if I'd recognise those eyes when they opened. How long might that would take? All that drink last night would have had an effect on the body, and then I slammed it with a sedative before it was fully recovered...
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Starting Over Part 4
Ella hadn't seen Rio in a week. David had tried to send her flowers but they remained on the porch and withered away. Ella went over and knocked on Rio's door softly; three times a day she did. Rio never even cracked the door a bit or looked out of the windows. Ella could only hope that Rio was taking care of herself. David went to Ella's house every day that week to ensure Ella was taking care of herself.
By Samantha J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Winchester Saga: A Complete Journey Through Supernatural's Epic 15-Season Hunt
*Supernatural* (2005–2020) redefined supernatural television with its gritty monster-of-the-week format evolving into a cosmic battle between heaven, hell, and humanity. Created by **Eric Kripke**, the series followed brothers **Sam (Jared Padalecki)** and **Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles)** as they hunted demons, ghosts, and gods across America in their iconic 1967 Impala ("Baby"). Originally planned for 3–5 seasons, its unexpected 15-year run cemented it as the longest-running American fantasy series, spanning 327 episodes.
By Danyal Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
Criminal minds
*The BAU’s Origin and Defining Traumas* Criminal Minds premiered in 2005 as a grim exploration of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU), distinguished by its psychological depth and unflinching portrayal of serial killers. The early seasons established core dynamics: Jason Gideon (Mandy Patinkin) mentored the genius Dr. Spencer Reid (Matthew Gray Gubler), while Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner (Thomas Gibson) balanced leadership with familial strife. Landmark arcs included:
By Danyal Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
Endurance
A cathedral hush ripples through Lincoln Park Church, the kind that makes even the pews feel nervous. Sunlight, filtered through stained glass, pools at odd angles across the flagstone, painting prisms onto the polished shoes of the guests as they wait, shifting from side to side, unsure if they are part of a celebration or a powder keg. The floral arrangements are excessive: creamy roses and white hydrangea crowd every surface, as if to pad the room against future blows.
By Endurance Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
Endurance
The bridal suite at Lincoln Park Church is the size of a Manhattan apartment, with sunlight striping the parquet floor and everything—mirrors, crystal vases, even the pale blue couch—casting a soft, reflective glow. The air smells faintly of gardenias and last-minute nerves. Monica stands closest to Abby, all platinum hair and sharp, white teeth, her gold satin dress so tight it squeaks when she moves. She’s already on her second glass of prosecco, because “if you don’t start now, what’s the point?” Carla flanks the other side, shorter, slicker, her laugh echoing off the marble tile as she toggles between taking selfies and holding court about the champagne.
By Endurance Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day My Grandfather Stopped Time
I always thought my grandfather was just… ordinary. Old, quiet, and a little forgetful. But one rainy afternoon, he showed me something I’ll never forget. He took my hand and led me to the attic—a place I had never dared enter. Dust danced in the light as he opened a small, wooden box. Inside were dozens of old photographs, each labeled with a date. “This,” he said, “is how I stopped time.” I laughed. “Stopped time? Grandpa, you’re being dramatic.” He smiled but didn’t answer. Instead, he handed me a photo. It was me, sitting in the living room at age five, smiling at something I couldn’t see. “Look closer,” he said. And I did. Hidden in the background, almost invisible, was a tiny shadow… smiling at me. He explained that in every photo, there was a moment frozen that no one else could see—a second where happiness was so pure it could outlast the years. He had been capturing them all his life. That day, I understood: time doesn’t really stop. Memories do. And sometimes, the simplest moments are the ones worth holding forever. I left the attic with a strange sense of peace. Because even if the world moves on, the magic of ordinary life never disappears.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Last Letter She Never Sent
By Nadeem Shah The envelope had yellowed with time, the edges curling slightly as if it had been holding its breath for years. It sat at the bottom of the box, beneath a stack of old photographs and forgotten receipts, as though it had been waiting—patient, quiet—for someone to finally notice it.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
